The Sacred Everyday

This morning I woke up to a miracle. All of my children are still soundly sleeping in their beds, except for the baby, who came down early to snuggle.  Her head is fuzzy and soft like a little duck.  The house is dark.  And quiet.  There is no birdsong yet.  The hum of thought in…

Today (Making Creativity Happen)

Please tell me you’ve gotten behind on your Creative Family Advent. (((Well, I have too.))) Just checking back in here to tell you (and myself) that it is ok!  This doesn’t have to happen every day, and you do not have to go back and make up what you missed.  If you have participated in…

The Daily Turn #13: Daddy’s Garden

Walking again today through my Daddy’s garden I become a child. The scent of honey-sweet allysum is carried by the first wind of the end of summer. I can not find a poetic way to say that the towering hastas smell like honeysuckle and gardenias combined, but I don’t mind, because I do not yet read…